Date: Tue, 29 Jul 2014 18:53:28 -0400
From: Mads van Duessen <madsvand@gmail.com>
Subject: Mads Sophomore Roommate 2

I started this story as "My Sophomore Roommate 1" the other day, and Nifty
was kind enough to post it.  It came out of a leisurely reminiscence when
my fiancι and I were talking the other night about our past, our first
times with guys, and all that kind of stuff.  After we'd meandered into
"hot fucks in school" I recounted my first meeting with my sophomore
roommate, who to this days gives me a woody whenever I think of him and the
way we met.  I told him I'd gotten several emails from "appreciative"
readers of the story.  And then he asked me, "So what happened with him
after that first day?"  Well, I told him, and it was HOT remembering, and
it got us hot and . . .  So I thought I'd continue the story here.  There's
LOADs more . . . but this is the rest of that first afternoon's encounter
with my sophomore year stud roommate who knows who he is and who I'm
calling in this story Johnny Jackson.

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Johnny Jackson, my new roommate, was a stud – no question about that.
First time he'd fucked another man, and he fucked a climax out of me that
was almost nuclear.  That was in part his huge cock, perfectly curved up to
bang my prostate in the most primally pleasing way, and it was also because
he was a big, muscled, sexy guy who didn't get hung up on anything and just
went for it.  And right now he was laying on top of me, sweating and
catching his breath, looking down at me and grinning.

"About that `again'," I'd prompted him.  I could feel his cock getting hard
again against my groin.  "Yeah, stud – that cock needs more doesn't it?"
I taunted him, reaching down and taking hold of his big nuts where they lay
against my thigh.

Johnny started a bit when I took the handful of him – and what a handful
it was.  Nice big hairy sac, full of two oversized cumtanks which had
produced two floods of cum so far and felt like they had plenty more.  "My
nuts are really sensitive, dude," he hissed, as I rolled them in my hand.

"You just tell me when you feel anything you don't like, Johnny," I said,
squeezing them enough to make him tense, but seeing his eyes roll in the
way I knew was going straight through his cock.

Johnny's bone was steel-hard . . . again . . . and pressing into my groin,
his huge head wedged against my Adonis belt.  I wanted to let it loose
. . . but I also liked it pressing insistently into me . . . because I
wanted it IN me again and wanted him to know it.

I was working his big balls more aggressively, and Johnny was panting
excitedly, starting when I'd change the pressure, but the precum flowing
told me he was loving it.  "FUCK, dude, that's fucking amazing!" he said at
one point, when I'd pulled on them just enough and rubbed my thumb across
them on the bottom, knowing the sensitivity would spike through him in
sensations he wasn't used to.

"Yeah, stud, these balls may be sensitive, but they're MAN's balls and love
having a MAN handle them, don't they?"

"OH FUCK YEAH they DO!" he gasped, as I squeezed enough to remind him of
their sensitivity and rolled them in the way I know makes any man fire
inside.  And his precum kept puddling on my groin . . . and he was gently
pushing that huge hardon into me rhythmically, smearing the precum along
the ridge of my cut groin.

My own hardon was fully raging again, also dripping, and I wanted him BAD
. . . again.  But I also wanted to push him and to take advantage of his
excitement to do a whole lot of things with him.  I increased my grip on
his balls again, eliciting a long moan and more precum flowing out of his
cock as I rolled and squeezed and massaged and rubbed his nuts, a couple of
fingers teasing his taint while I did, which in turn made the moan increase
in volume.

His head was down, hanging, rolling with the waves of pleasure I was
causing in his nuts, and I could smell his sweat and shampoo.  It fueled me
even more to have this additional scent – in addition to the stink of
our sex – this scent that was only him.  "I want your filthy cock in my
mouth – NOW!" I told him.

Johnny's head jerked up so he was looking directly at me.  "Dude, that's
fucking HOT . . . but are you sure you—"

I yanked on his balls enough to scare him silent.  "Do you always question
a bottom bitch who wants your big fucking studcock?" I taunted him.  He
started to reply but I yanked again.  "Clue for you – JUST DO IT!"

His eyes were smoldering, and that precum was so heavy on my groin that it
was running down to my root and balls and over my side.  To make sure he
got the point I pulled – gently but firmly – at his sac so that he
had to move up over my torso.  He didn't hesitate and climbed up, his big
nuts trailing over me, and scooted his knees up until he was spread wide on
either side of my armpits and his cock was in my mouth.  "OH FUCK!" he
cried when I took in his big slimy head.

I went at that cock with a need that belied the majorly awesome fucking I'd
just gotten.  I'd got a hand on his shaft TIGHT and had my tongue swirling
around that juicy head, flicking through his slit to get every drop of
precum that seemed to be endlessly flowing.  "Mmmmmmmmmmmm," I growled,
pulling his balls with the hand I'd never let go of him with to force him
farther into my mouth.

"OH JESUS FUCK, DUDE!  That's so fucking – AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he
cried when I started swallowing his cock, having forced my head up and onto
it so his head had invaded my throat.

It was huge, and the angle was all wrong, with that up-curve that so
perfectly knocked my prostate causing both his cock to twist painfully down
as I forced it into my throat and my neck to be craned up and out to do it.
But I fucking WANTED that fucker to KNOW what a REAL cocksucker was like.
"MMmmrgggggggggggrhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmm," I gurgled around that monster.

I still had his balls in my grip, and every twist, tug, tickle and squeeze
brought a peak in his moans and precum dollops dropping down my throat.  My
tongue was working HARD to massage his veiny shaft – my specialty with
huge cocks – and I was swallowing rhythmically around his head in my
throat.

"HOLY FUCK, DUDE!" he gasped intelligibly all of a sudden, and I felt his
cock go instantly iron-hard and knew he was about to blow . . . again.

I pulled my head back and held his head in my mouth, gently lapping at the
underside of his throbbing head as he panted loudly.  Around that beautiful
knob I asked, "Is this how you want to cum, Johnny, or do you want some
more play first?"

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK, dude!" he said, with a long
exhalation.  "I'm so fucking close!"  I teased his head with my tongue and
worked his balls and tickled behind them, edging him right up there again.
"AWWWWWWWWW JESUS FFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!" he cried, and
I felt that cock go iron-hard again and backed off again.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he exhaled, his head, which
had been thrown back, now thrown forward again, hanging above me so I could
just barely make eye contact with my eyes all the way rolled up.

The devil in me was really pushing me.  "Come down here and taste us,
Johnny," I invited.

To my surprise he dismounted obediently and was laying down alongside me.
Good boy! I thought.  I swiped a glob of his precum off my slimed groin and
brought it up to his lips.  He eagerly sucked my fingers in and lapped and
sucked hungrily at them, his big, throbbing hardon, making plenty more
precum on my thigh now.  And then I pulled my fingers out and pushed my
lips toward his, holding him firmly with one of my hands on his sweaty back
against a very slight attempt to push back from me.  I said nothing, just
gently pushed against his back, and then his lips were on mine.

A lot of straight guys or new-explorers – and I really had no idea if
Johnny was either of those, maybe he was gay but just totally
inexperienced, though my sense was he was just a horny nineteen year old –
are afraid to or totally against kissing.  Johnny may have been hesitant
for a moment, but once his lips were on mine, he went to town, ravaging
them and invading my mouth, moaning as he did, his arms snaking under and
around and pulling us together on our sides.

THAT was almost more than my cock could take, as our position by then had
our cocks grinding into each other's abs HARD as we sucked face like
. . . well, like two horny men!  The sweat between us, the scent of our
sweat and our sex before and that scent I now had in my nose that was just
him were all working my nuts from the inside as his lips and tongue and
strong arms around me – and mine around him – and our grinding stoked
our heated need.

He suddenly pulled back – completely back, flopping on his back, his
huge sopping hardon flailing around toward the ceiling.
"FFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!" he cried.

I couldn't tell if it was frustration, realization that he'd just kissed a
dude – AND LIKED IT – or what.  Of course I took the easy way.  "OH
YES – you're definitely going to FUCK me again, stud!  GODDAMN you're
fucking HOT!"

I watched my words make him shiver, and a large dollop of pre plopped out
of his upcurved cock against his abs.  I reached over and scooped it up and
brought it to my lips.  "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" I moaned appreciatively.

"Dude, you have NO idea," he said gravely.

I laughed at that and grabbed my own impressive bone and waved it at him.
"Uh, YEAH, I DO have many ideas!"

Johnny laughed at that and threw his muscled forearm over his eyes in a way
that just seeing his bi- and tri-ceps flexing could have made me cum!  "OH
MY GOD, dude, no you really have no idea what this is like for me!" he
said.

I thought I did.  It was the realization phase – the realization that
all the sexual zingers he'd felt about other men but hadn't acted on were
opportunities for HUGE pleasures he'd missed.  That was my bet.

I waited for longer than I wanted to as we lay there side by side.  "So
here's the deal, Johnny," I finally said.  "I really want TO know what all
this is like for you.  But right now I REALLY want to get off with you
again.  So we can either talk QUICK or take care of these," I said,
grabbing hold of his still rock-hard cock, "And then we can talk after."

Johnny immediately was up on his knees looking down at me.  "Can I blow
you?  I want to get you off that way.  I want to feel it that way."

Well, who was I to argue with such an invitation?  I reached up and clamped
my hand behind his head and pulled him down toward my cock.  He hesitated
just as the tip was at his lips.  "You may have to teach me how," he said,
looking up at me.

I laughed.  "Uh, like the way I had to teach you how to fuck?  Like the way
you did NOT need any teaching to fuck my load out of me and make me feel
like I'd had one of the best fuckings and best nuttings of my entire life?"

He grinned and then opened and went at it.  Yes, he was clumsy to some
extent, but what he lacked in technical experience he more than made up for
in enthusiasm.  He was up and down and shoving my big cockhead against his
throat opening and licking all over and swirling his tongue and stroking my
cock up and down like a man with a new toy he knew he wouldn't have long
but wanted to make the most of.

I was having difficulty thinking as he growled and moaned over and up and
down my cock.  The only think I could think of was IF he realized that my
nuts and ass were welcoming of his hand and fingers then I'd be a goner.
And as if I put the thought in his head, he suddenly had two fingers
swirling around my cummy hole.

"OH FUCK YES!" I cried, both from the added physical excitement and also
because it was HOT I'd thought it and he'd done it.

I pushed onto his fingers and clenched my assring on them, and he let out
a, "OH FUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" of appreciation around my throbbing cock.  I
pushed farther onto his fingers, and he got the message and went in deep,
his long middle finger nicking my prostate and causing me to yelp and
shiver.  He figured out all on his own that it was a good thing!

Johnny redoubled his efforts on my cock, sucking and licking like a madman,
and his finger began rhythmically massaging my inner button.  Each movement
sent shivers through me, and his work on my cock altered in timing to match
his massage of my button.

"YOU FUCKING WANT MY CUMLOAD?" I shouted all of a sudden when I suddenly
realized I really was about one finger-flick away from blasting his mouth
full of my DNA.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyyeeeehmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" he growled
enthusiastically . . . and gave that additional push against my button that
was like the nuclear attack button on the president's doomsday box.

I fucking ERUPTED.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
I shouted, and my body was writhing and spasming and skyrockets were going
off in my head and I could feel myself pumping and blasting . . . and I had
absolutely no control whatsoever.

"Mmmmggggggggggmmmmmmmmmmrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," he
growled, occasionally louder, timed when another blast was shooting his
mouth full.

I came and came . . . it was amazing, really . . . and then finally I was
so over-stimulated my body just went totally flaccid, the sensations still
bouncing around and through me, but I was powerless to move any part of me,
even though his hard sucking and tongue work was driving my over-sensitized
cockhead fucking wildly crazy!

He finally pulled off me with a loud "SLURRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPP!" and
pulled his fingers out of me, mercifully gently.  I was looking up at him
and saw him looking at his fingers, all slimy from his load from before,
looking at them almost transfixed.

I reached up and pulled his fingers to my mouth and sucked them in and
watched his eyes glaze as I moaned in pleasure for the taste of us.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," I moaned around his three fingers in my mouth.  And then
the most amazing thing happened.  Just like that – him on his knees
there next to me, watching me, his eyes rolled back in his head and his
cock exploded.

Johnny threw his head back and then his upper body fell back, his right arm
back and holding him from collapsing, as his cock blasted streams of his
cum in a high, long arc.  "OH FUCK OH FUCK OHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
he was crying as his body spasmed and ejaculated.  It was the most fucking
amazing sight ever!

"Holy FUCK, Johnny!" I yelled.

Johnny was too overtaken to respond, just kept blasting . . . about ten big
shots and a few smaller ones.  I'd known he was a major shooter – the
one in my hand, and the one in my ass before, judging from the amount of
him inside me – but man was it fucking HOT to just watch.

As the dribbles came, he started to fall back, but I reached up and pulled
him onto me and wrapped my arms around his heaving torso.  "GODDAMN,
Johnny, you're a fucking STUD!"

Johnny lay there, breath heavy and fast, his arms having found their way
around me, his face buried in my neck.  I was afraid he'd gone too far,
pushed his explorations too far and now his head was getting in the way,
he'd be up and proclaiming his straightness and fucking all the pussy at
Northwestern.  Even if that happened, I knew there would be drunk nights
when I'd get the pleasure of taking care of his hornies in the dark, "just
this once" . . . probably often.

But that was my paranoia running away with me, as it turned out.  Because
. . . Johnny said quietly into my neck, "That's the most amazing sex I ever
had, Mads.  Watching you sucking me off your fingers from where I'd filled
you with my jizz?  I've never felt anything like that before – it's like
we REALLY connected in that sex."

Okay . . . a little cerebral for what I was feeling about then, still not
re-vitalized thought my body was screaming with post-cum endorphins.

And then he very gently kissed my neck and hugged me tighter.  And so,
without even thinking any more about what he'd said, I wrapped him in a
tight hold.  It felt fucking awesome . . . and if it lasted for that moment
or forever, it was worth enjoying.

It seemed like a LONG time we lay like that.  I'd cleared my mind to
everything except the feel of him against me, in my arms, our sweat, the
smell of us, of him, the counter-rhythms of our breathing.  Finally he said
quietly, "Dude . . . Mads . . . I'm not making any assumptions or anything,
but . . . " and then he trailed off.

I waited . . . holding him just as tight.  Just when I was about to crack
and say something, he picked it up.  "What I mean is I think I want a LOT
of this, a lot MORE of this.  I mean if it's cool with you."

I laughed and took the chance and kissed his sweaty neck.  GODDAMN he
tasted good!  "What's so funny?" he asked quietly into my shoulder.
"Another pathetic guy who's discovering his sexuality and added to your
many admirers?"

"HEY!" I retorted sharply.  Johnny's head jerked up, his eyes sad but
startled.  "THIS," I started, "You and me, what we did, what we're doing
now laying here together, this is OURS, DUDE!" I said, with a broad grin
over the "dude" at the end, just for him.  "I fucking LOVED this, Johnny.
And I have a feeling I'm going to have an AWESOME year!"

Johnny's eyes brightened, then his face went to a grin . . . then he sort
of worked to a sheepish grin.  "Well, let me put it this way.  That was the
most amazing sexual experience of my entire life.  And it was the most
intimate experience of my entire life.  So I'm not saying I'm going to
stalk you or anything, but DUDE," he laughed at that, his big wide grin
back again, "You've got me if you want me!"

My eyes narrowed.  "Oh, Johnny, I have SO MANY ways I intend to HAVE you!"
I said, low and seductively.

Johnny's eyes narrowed, and his cock twitched against me.  Then his brain
registered that maybe, just maybe, he was just another sexmate of a horny
college kid.  I could see it all like it was there in closed captioning.
So I reached up and pulled him into me again.  "But right now," I said,
wrapping my arms around him, "I really want more of THIS," I said with a
strong squeeze.  As Johnny nuzzled into me, I added, "A lot more of this
. . . probably LOADS more," I finished with a chuckle.

"DUDE!" was all he said, holding me tight.


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